Today we had the unpleasant experience of letting Diva endure a life lesson.
You see, last night at bedtime she says to me that she will need me to get her sand (ah, yeah, sand) to take to school in the morning. She needs enough to cover the bottom of a shoe box about an inch, she says.
The funny thing was, that she said this in a way that she really expected this to take place, like there wasn't any rational explanation why it wouldn't work out. My mind is racing with… Continue